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Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright

‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
To mine.

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

Jack Frost

See my breath fog up the glass
Flakes of white go floating past
With pale face and reddened nose
Brave the chill, smile as it snows
Just be patient, wait, he'll come
That winter spirit I deeply love
That smirk, a tingle down my spine
Holds me close, knows that he's mine
Time is running out, my dear
Limited edition, winter's here
Make the most of every kiss
With every moment, make a wish
Snowflakes falling all around
Disintegrating on the ground
We don't care for radiators
We keep our house a refrigerator
Because we seem to make our own heat
The clock intensifies each beat
We may be young but we're not stupid
We know you'll leave when it gets

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
Ivory skin,
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.

Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever

Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned

Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden

Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased

Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness

Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……

subrogationwhile you sailed the seven seas,
I dreamt I danced with the wolves.

It was a dark night; and in the clearing they circled me,
crowned by fireflies.
While we twirled and twirled around the fire,
the gods made and unmade the world,
so many times they undid themselves
and my dream,

and I fell into consciousness like into a seamless abyss,
and crashed into a floor of stone;

but when I opened my eyes, I was in your arms,
and you had stopped rowing.

Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive

still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar

it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

HalfwayHow am I suppose to approach you
What do I say?
Will you ignore me or push me away?
If I had said hey
Girl could you give me a little room
They don’t have a manual
That I can follow for you
To acknowledge me
Do you know how much courage
Its takes just to walk over to you
Oh you wouldn’t would you
Girls expect men to do all the work
And except us do it perfectly
Couldn’t you give me a hint
That you may like me
Instead of acting like you
Don’t see me
Coming closer to you
Should I recite a line
And act like it was mine
Should I just say hey?
Girl can't you give me a little
Hint
Of how to start
The process of stealing
Yo

DiscoveryWe've split the atoms of infinity,
broken creation into small steps and
simple chemistry.

We peered
deep in the soul of the universe,
saw nothing but particles blindly dancing
away from the source,
as intended.

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I will always remember
that this too shall pass.

After You're GoneEyes towards the sky
I swear you are watching back,
ever so distant.

Divinely FavoredLet me not hasten into your good graces

but slowly glide into your sunshine eyes

so that you do not come to fear me.

All I can want now is the most complete snippets of you

as we roll and tumble throughout one another.

I am free and wide; unexposed and my secrets safe

But please stop making a glorified mess of me.

To Lay in YouLet me see your insides, free.
Spill out from underneath.
Your deep reds and pastel pinks;
The person inside you try to hide.
Let me feel you come undone.

I see you as you are
and I fumble to find the words
to say how you quicken my breathe.
Your peach fuzz; your facial ornament.
The way in which you
paint mazes across my ribcage.
You ignite the fire in my veins,
beautifully blue.

We fall in line
one by one
and one by one,
we drown.
But I would follow you
from China to Italy
to Spain and every space in between.

You forage within my soul
trying to find the make and model.
You stop and wonder how I am
built of tougher stuff
I am of grit a

Into the NightYou take burning stars
out of the palm of my hand,
and send them back home.

No Refuge from MemoryForgetting is only half the battle, when the hands of time
only serve to help remember. Bones brittled and a heart, bittered
rests in my minds eye, deep. These memories replay like cinematic adventures;
every word hissed from your chapped lips sends me on the
verge of a new dawn. As the sun rises, so do I, with
every thorn in my back. But for every prick, I
remember to harden. And for that, I am all the wiser.

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Falling Up

by *Medoriko, Jun 24, 2012, 2:16:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

He knows that she is fragile
just as surely as he knows that the moon rises at night.
It's what draws him near. Perhaps
what keeps him from letting go.
Running away from what she didn't need.
But held onto anyway.
It was all she had.
Memories broken into pieces like seashells
sprawled onto the sheets of the bed she made.
They say you have to lay in it
So she thinks.
And she does, late at night.
When the moon and sky kiss
In the way she remembered he would kiss her.
Burn her. Hot to the touch
But cold as he drowned her.
These were the memories she held close
Among other treasurers, she'd hoarded them.
Keeping old copper pennies and torn photographs
hoping that one day they would be valuable.
She hopes someday she will be too.
He peeled off her protective layers,one by one.
Grimacing at the effort it took to unravel them.
Crude and jagged letters
spelling out an unprecedented truth.
Because all in all, they are. End over end.
And they can't be
anything else
when they
truly fall.

Falling Upby *Medoriko

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I don't know why It took me so long to finish this. I wrote it a month back and have been keeping it until I was totally satisfied with it. Today I changed a few things and BAM, there you go. So yeah, here it is posted to MY satisfaction lol I hope you enjoy. Comments are appreciated.

!Cosma27 Jun 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Hello, and thank you for your submission to ZealZone!

There's not much to say about this poem, only because I can't seem to find anything wrong with it. I love how deep and emotional it is, and the way that you bring the moon back into the poem. Your style is amazing, as well as your word choice, and I hope to see more of your work soon!

Thank you, again, for your beautiful submission. Have a great day, and keep writing!

~Cosma27, Co-Founder

*Medoriko Jun 26, 2012 Student Writer

Why thank you! I'm glad you like it so much. I hope to continue to please

have a great day yourself.

~usedlotofhell Jun 24, 2012

Visuals.... god damn it, visuals. So vivid, so clear, so perfect. Definitely one of your biggest strengths in writing.

The subject matter is moving, and is good too - the fact that she's depressed and he's trying to help her see the light, that she's worth what he says she's worth.

Very well done. I like it quite a bit

*Medoriko Jun 24, 2012 Student Writer

I'm glad you like it

I got a lot of inspiration for this poem from a bunch of things but I wanted to convey both sides of the story: the side of helplessness and the possibility of hope. It goes both ways: the need for help, the wanting to be help and BE helped but coming back to square one of feeling like it's not worth it (or that you'll never lift off the ground). An endless cycle. But I digress, thanks for commenting.

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